This is, in every way, my life. Except I suck at sports with balls in them. Creepy-ass nationally ranked precision dance. That was my game.
You totally would have made fun of me. Lumped me in with the cheerleaders.
I want to make one thing perfectly clear:
I did not cheer.
Not even from the stands.
I was too busy not having bunny sex with everyone else. (and while we’re on the subject of stereotypes…)